These days Blondie just looks quizzically at me if I don't start immediately and then goes "Soooooooo.......?".

Of course that is when she is not palpably concerned about my safety -- when I got back from my travels, she started with "You're back okay! You're safe!" and when I replied that I hadn't exactly been to Afghanistan, she went "But, still....".

In that vein, I am sure today she'll be very concerned about the flat tire I had on my way to her last appointment and if I actually managed to fix it (she was very concerned on how -- if at all -- I'd ever manage to fix it coz, I dunno, flat tires are rare, unique dangers that I'm constitutionally incapable of dealing with?). Especially since she posited that I "need TLC" after my recent speeding ticket.

Around the time of my actual hospitalization though.......

Perhaps Blondie has a transportation phobia.